50.24 Miles, 2187.4 miles total so far.
We would like some northwesterly winds some day soon. While 10 mph headwinds are nothing to complain about (and I will not), I do miss the good luck that brought great tail winds not so long ago. Our day progressed pretty much as it should for a day with a modest goal of about 47 miles. We had set the goal a bit low because the combination of wind, temperature, hills (yes, in Nebraska) and rural highway fatigue had us in need of a bit more recovery time.
Our lunch was from two competing Mexican food trucks in Schuyler, NE. That wasn’t intended, but I went to the wrong truck and I wasn’t about to walk away from the nice lady at the window. They had Mexican Coke with real cane sugar, and since I drink only about two soft drinks in a typical year, this was pretty exciting. Everyone got great food, which we ate in neutral territory in a nearby park.
Travel was uneventful, which is generally good, until we arrived at David City Campground. I am not sure what David City Campground really is. It does have RVs parked there that look magnificent. Arriving folks are notified by way of signage that reservations are required, though there is no way to actually make a reservation at the designated web site, and there is no camp host.
We moved on to the shade of a nearby tree up the street to ponder and discuss our dilemma. We decided to stealth camp not far from that tree, and in the meantime we would do laundry at the town laundromat.
As it happens, the laundromat is accross the street from Subway. While our filthy clothes flopped around in the wet machine, we ate. And while eating I asked a fellow customer if there was a campground in town. She replied that camping was allowed in the city park (not the place we had just been). We gathered enough evidence on our phones to believe this was true, and changed our camping plans to something a bit more sanctioned.
As we gathered our laundry from across the street, an interesting and interested group gathered around our bikes. We came to understand that one person in the group was the nice lady’s son, and the group was a mix of family and friends intersected by biking and teaching. We were invited to come and enjoy beer, brownies, and ice cream around a fire, talk about biking, and camp in the yard. Thus, plans change again. I tend to write this as I fall asleep. This time it is from my tent in the big yard of new found friends.
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